The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

As a kid, I loved making flip books. They were all I did in art class, whenever I had it. I worked really hard on one particular flip book. It was around 50 pages long, I guess. It had a simple stick figure walking into the page, waving at me, and then walking off. I would look at it at least a dozen times the day that I made it. Then it got boring. You know how kids are, not entertained by one thing for very long. I tossed it under my bed and never gave it a second thought. A few months later, I was cleaning up my room and swept the stack of paper out from under my bed. I couldn’t quite remember what it was. I flipped through it once and got a sweet taste of nostalgia. I flipped through it once more and noticed the pages hadn’t aged or gained dirty at all. I flipped through a third time. The little stick man walked onto the page, waved at me, but didn’t walk off. Instead, a second stick man joined him. It waltzed up, having either an item in its hand or a severely disfigur...

turning back, i can see the face that left me on that fateful day waiting now, always waiting for a sign to carry me away never knew time would fade away so quickly without telling me please believe there is still a chance for us to grow and finally move on one more day please give me the strength to carry on the way you do (way you do) walk away following the path you laid ahead for me to see never knew time would fade away so quickly without telling me (telling me) please believe there is still a chance for us to grow and finally move on where were you when tears were shed and i was so unhappy then now i'm fighting for the freedom of what's really true where were you when skies were blue and we were so happy - now, we are fighting for the freedom of what's really true flowers bloom and flowers fade, your love falls from my eyes over the silence, never forget that i was always there for you you always threw me away, torn into the guilty sky i won't le...

I am confused And my heart is a mess caused by you I am afraid I can't really be by your side You turned away You're unreachable, don't look at me You try it on your own And you don't wanna share your pain I turn away And even though it's certain that we parted It's uncertain that I'll stay And uncertain you leave me on the lonely way I follow you through every darkness Even when I'm lonely I know I'll fight through every cold night Untill I find you You're standing tall and waiting for light Your brightness leads me through the darkness Show me any way out! Never ending distances won't get me down Cause I hope you come back to me again Pretending that god bless We were so warm My icy heart melt down by your love What can I do when everything seems strange to me? You're telling me "We won't meet again" We will, you'll see. But I am afraid of my feelings I'm loving you Come, let's make Some memories you'd only...

Many, many years ago, in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone. At sunset, on top of that mountain, a rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal. But no one dared go near it because its thorns were full of lethal poison. The men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life. So everyday, the rose wilted, unable to bequeath its gift to anyone, forgotten and lost at the top of that cold, dark mountain, forever alone, until the end of time…

The days passed by so slow Without seeing you Day after day My life seems more and more Miserable My heart ached so much I miss you I wanted to see you But I can only see you from afar I wanted to hug you But I can’t There is a barrier between us One day I saw you sitting alone I sat beside you You were crying I wanted to cheer you up But I can only watch A lady came to you She gave you a shoulder to cry on And whispers to you To let go He will never come back After some times The two of you left A picture fell out of your hand I went to grab it I saw the person in the picture Tears began to rush down my face I wanted to tell you But I know I will never have the chance. ‘I’m sorry.’ (Written by Christina Jong)

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him... He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!' There was a big smile on his face. I...

I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Eric, the 11 year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over. Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong? He replied, 'It was an ID ten T error.' I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, 'An, ID ten T error? What's that? In case I need to fix it again.' Eric grinned.... 'Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?' 'No,' I replied. 'Write it down,' he said, 'and I think you'll figure it out.' So I wrote down: I D 1 0 T I used to like Eric...

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop. The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someon...

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you...

I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 6 year-old again. I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant and then be able to afford a movie. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks and bask in the sun. I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them. I want to lie under a big oak tree with a drippy ice cream cone and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day. I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to t...

One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick. Suddenly my daughter, Aspen , spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. "Dad, I'm thinking of something." This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear. "What are you thinking?" I asked. "The rain!" she began, "is like sin, and the windshield wipers are like God wiping our sins away." After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. "That's really good, Aspen." Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl take this revelation? So I asked... "Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?" Aspen didn't hesitate one moment with her answer: "We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on for...

When thinking back to my earliest memories, nothing is concrete. A string of hazy images come to mind like random snapshots out of time, each one associated with certain feelings and emotions. They are imbued with a mystical dreamlike quality, a gift born of childhood naivety. The magic of every Christmas when Santa was still real, for example, is an experience of pure joy that is lost with maturity. Many of these snapshots are impossible to place in any sort of context. They’re just…there, sunken in the crevices of the brain without rhyme or reason: playing with my dad’s beard in a wood-paneled room, him smiling down at me – comforting. Or discovering a long row of marching ants in someone’s wooded backyard, all by myself – exciting. Some of them don’t even seem real in hindsight. Did I actually fall from that tree by the lake, only to land on my feet without a scratch? Was it really a dream? I don’t think so. Sure, I have memories of distant dreams, but there is a clear ...

Exorcisms are often the theme of horror movies. Most people shrug them off and think that they are fake. They’re not. But they are also not the way Hollywood portrays them to be. Instead, when a mere mortal tries to perform an exorcism, the demon leaves its original host, and enter the priest’s body. More than likely though, since they’re priests, the demon has no control over them, and soon leaves. However, there are certain instances when the priest lets the demon take control over him. The demon is wiser this time around though, and does not completely take over the body, which would cause another exorcism. This time, he gently influences the thoughts of the “priests” to do horrific things. Since priests have knowledge and experience in the “Spiritual Realm,” the demon can curse people, damn people, the works. The people around the priest have no knowledge of his demonic possession, and neither does he. After meditating on demonic practices, the priest and demon become o...

It was her eyes that first attracted me to her. I didn’t believe in love, but the first time I gazed into her beautiful green eyes I knew she was the one. I loved seeing myself reflected in those eyes, looking deep into her soul and knowing I was a part of it. It’s kinda stupid, but I even wrote poetry about them. I don’t remember much, but I told her “There’s so much life within your eyes, and so much love”. Oh God, I loved the way the light danced within them. I just couldn’t imagine not being able to stare dreamily into them. Now if I could just find a box that was half as beautiful as her eyes, I could stop carrying them round in my pocket.

老公的情人： 我不晓得目前在法令上还算我老公的他是怎么毛遂自荐的，另有我不知讲你尊姓，但如果我找人考察兴许就甚么都知道了，我今朝不想那样做，爱情是美妙的，我不念损坏你们之间的爱情。都说恋情是无私的，但如果熬煎的时光暂了，就不知道痛取不痛了，老公对我来讲就是名词。 你们的事他全家人知道后都反对，乃至他已年老78岁的老母亲更是骂你小妖粗！女骗子！如果不疑，可以来我家，他母亲这三个月由他照料，这是多少个哥姐订的协定。如果来我家，我表现欢送，还可以与你痛饮几杯，这面可以请老公前一届的女朋友做证，最有效的减肥法。 在家里还常常生机，瞥见这不悦目那不快意，即便早晨睡在我身旁，也是长吸短叹，身在曹营心在汉，这是他动了真情！阐明你很荣幸！当初男人在外玩婚外情有几个实正动感情？你年青的身材跟学问吸收了他！不过，这类吸引力能连续多久。 也许婚姻久了，爱情就在婚姻的宅兆中逝世去，剩下的只要任务和亲情。 信任作为女人的你在必定年纪会理解明天我说的话。这几个月里，老公经常找各类捏词外出与你约会，还常常与你煲德律风粥，我曾竭力阻挡，都事与愿违。记得在孩子几岁的时辰，他和一个罗敷有夫玩起了婚外情，收生了性闭系（这点有他朋友作证）或许持绝了三个月，增高产品。在我兼职经商那几年里，又意识了一个二十五六岁的独身女孩子，两人在女孩的家里产生了性关联，他们的爱情大略持续了一年多。 在我的回忆里，你是他第三个婚外恋人，以是，盼望你能持久吸引他。现在，祛斑，对于老公的去处我已不关怀，只是他在离婚前该尽的责任还得尽。 也许你会问，他都如许了，为何不自动提出离婚？我想说的是为了孩子，不想给孩子一个残破不全的家，必竟在孩子眼里，他还算个不错的女亲。前段时间我曾努力抢救这个家庭，但现在想来已毫无意思，与其同床异梦，不如天真烂漫，要走的没需要留，不走的天然会留下果此次你和他能进入围乡，那我庆祝你！我也能彻底摆脱了，开端我的重生活。 在离婚前，我想有些事要交代你，你也有思维预备。 1、他朋友良多，喜欢玩，喜悲里面的天下，五年拉开大家差距的原因在哪里？，你得有容纳的心。不外，你能够节俭饭钱，但，你得为他筹备牌钱，替他保护男人的里。 2、婚后，假如他常常正在你眼前提及前妻，那很畸形，由于先进为主嘛，在贰心里，总有一些货色是释怀不下的。 3、果为你们的事他齐家人都否决，百口人都...

In a fire station in California, there is a light bulb that is always on and has never, ever burned out. If you read Numbers 16:41-45 from a King James Bible (other versions don’t work) in the same room as this light bulb, the light bulb will dim significantly. If you keep reading until Numbers 16:48, the light bulb goes back to its original brightness. The trick is, if you hesitate too long while the lights are dim, you start seeing a weird lightshow in front of your eyes, it is most similar to what happens when you rub your eyes for a long time while they are closed. If you wait for still longer, the lightshow starts forming patterns, like circles and triangles. Still longer, and the lightshow starts to form words. The people that have read these words are reluctant to talk about it, but are often obsessed with the year 2112 and are very interested in what countries are producing biological weapons…

My mom only had one eye. I hated her...she was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only has one eye!" I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. So I confronted her that day and said, "If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die??!!" My mom did not respond... I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go to Singapore to study. Then I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids ...

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered; Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true friends; Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway. Give the world your best anyway. You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.

A boyfriend gave his girlfriend a challenge to live a day without him. No communications at all. And if she passed, he will love her forever. The girlfriend agreed. She did not text or call him the whole day, without knowing that her boyfriend had only 24 hours to live because he's suffering from cancer. She excitedly went to her boyfriend's house the next day. Tears fall as she saw her boyfriend lying on the coffin with a note on the side: You did it, baby . Can you do it everyday? I LOVE YOU ...